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“Same.” Amelia closes the laptop. “And this website is nice, but I’d rather find my own silver fox, and I wouldn’t turn down Zander Silk.”

Violet laughs. “Isn’t he your dad’s business partner?”

“Yeah. He is so sexy he hurts my eyes.”

“Stop it.” Violet chuckles. “He’s like thirty. That’s hardly a silver fox.”

“Thirty-five actually.”

As I laugh at the two girls, my phone dings. “Just a minute. No doubt my dad has more orders.”

But when I look at the message, I read:Tomorrow. Be at the club at six.

It looks like my silver fox wants me again.

Chapter 6

Ronan

The lowering sun bleeds red across the Hunter Valley skyline as I watch from my office window. It contrasts with the thunder that rumbles in the distance; the sound matching my restless mood.

The door clicks open behind me.

My breath catches when I turn.

Lucia stands there in an off-the-shoulder pale green dress that hugs every curve and matches her eyes. It’s paired with the silver Jimmy Choo’s I sent her.

Her dark hair falls in loose waves past her shoulders. Exactly as I asked her.

“These shoes are too expensive.” She shifts her weight. “I could’ve worn the Louboutin’s you sent me.”

“You told me they pinched your toes, and the deal is to do as I ask.” My voice comes out rougher than intended.

“But Amelia noticed all my new clothes.” Her teeth dig into her lip. “She was asking questions.”

Fuck!

My stomach drops. Amelia can’t find out about this. About us. “What did you tell her?”

“Violet suggested I must have a sugar daddy. I didn’t correct her.”

“Why not?”

“Because Violet is on a sugar daddy website and I thought Amelia could think that I was, too.”

I can handle that.

It’s better than the thought of my daughter knowing I’m sleeping with her best friend... “I’ll send everything to your office from now on.”

“Excellent idea.” She runs her hand along the back of a chair. “Why did it take you so long to contact me again?”

I don’t answer her, instead; I ask a question of my own. “Who were you talking to at the bar last night?”

Her head snaps up. “Nobody.”

“Try again.” I step closer.

“Just some guy.” She meets my gaze. “Don’t worry. I told him I was busy for the next few weeks. I know I can’t date during our arrangement.”

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